Enlightening Thoughts Novels & Stories

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Numerous images suddenly emerged in her mind, each of which struck her with a feeling of tremendous enlightenment. “Was I wrong? Was it all wrong?” The corners of Gladys’s eyes were wet and tears were falling from her eyes.

SSHS 128 Surely, there's an explanation. Surely, there is something that would ease the thoughts in their minds and straighten their train of thoughts. But it must be now, and never later. Anymore waiting and the more that they wait, the darker the thought. The feeling of unease and how the situation presents itself is not reassuring in any way, in fact, it worsens their minds, spiralling downwards to the darkest thoughts they have in mind. Paranoia, depression, anxiety and all the negative thoughts and feelings seemingly crowd their minds, making them unable to think rational thoughts--- the kind of thoughts that would get them out of the current situation. Though it may seem like a childis

I closed my laptop slowly and sat in the quiet of my apartment. The purpose of this work had never been destruction. I had understood that from the beginning, had held it clearly through every investigation I had ever conducted. The purpose was illumination - making visible the things that had been deliberately kept invisible, so that the people harmed by them could stand on solid ground and the people responsible for them could not simply continue. But illumination burns. That was the honest truth of it. It does not burn only the things it is aimed at. It burns everything in its radius, and some of what burns has not done anything wrong except exist close to the source.

Not the sun. Not the spring. Just the lamp. Just tonight's specific illumination. Enough for now. Enough to see by. Enough to tend. The lamp rather than the weapon. Always. In the garden. In the assembly. In the routing network. In the letters. In the work. The lamp. Held by someone who had learned that seeing clearly was not the same as seeing harshly. That naming things was not the same as condemning them. That the light was for finding the way. Not for burning.

She shook her head. "Okay, this is what I mean, visualize what you eat before it comes. Meditate on it, use your mind to paint such pictures, let your mind conceive it first, before anything else. That's what I mean, I use this ever fucking time and it works like mind. The universe only respond to thoughts and beliefs." "Wow, how come I am just hearing about this?" "That's because, the people around you who know about this never mentioned it to you, or they don't know about it."

Lucian listened in a profound, unyielding silence, he didn't interrupt with cheap platitudes or clichéd advice, instead, he leaned a fraction of an inch closer, his presence wrapping around her like a warm, protective shroud, that amazing scent of winter wood and dark musk anchoring her to the present moment. "You didn't waste time, Yolande," Lucian said, his voice dropping into a velvety, deeply resonant frequency that made her entire body vibrate with a strange, soothing calm. "You were simply learning the limits of a cage, it takes a rare kind of strength to break the bars yourself and walk away from a comfortable trap, those people didn't leave you behind because you were lacking, they l

“Yeah. Thinkers are divided into three margins—green, orange, and red.” “Like a traffic light? Green means good, red means bad?” Chevonne shrugged. “Maybe. But to clarify, green margin thoughts are the rarest and most powerful. Thinkers in this category can’t even be classified or measured by a teacher. There are only two known thought abilities in the green margin, and they’re considered the greatest of all thinkers.” I felt a chill run down my spine. “And the red margin?” “That one’s more straightforward. Red margin thoughts are dangerous. They can directly harm—or even kill—someone.”

It was a torrent of information, overwhelming yet exhilarating. I closed my eyes, allowing the waters to guide me through the currents of revelation. With each passing moment, I felt more attuned to the energy flowing around me, connecting me to the essence of the universe itself. It was a dance of cosmic enlightenment, an exchange of wisdom that transcended the boundaries of time and space.

Even if he is scrutinizing me. “She doesn’t,” Thoughts says from behind us. Startled, I look behind him to see Thought is staring at us. Through a fringe of dark hair, he stares at me with brilliant silver eyes, which catch me off guard. I remember seeing them before, but they are never not jarring. Power radiates from him in the same way it does from Time.